TWO SWALLOWS FLY
THEY DASH AND DART ACROSS THE SKY THEIR SOARING ART ARCHED WINGS CONTROL EACH TWIST AND TURN ON COOL DUSK AIR TO CATCH THE INSECTS GATHERED THERE Have you every been surrounded by a flight of swallows? Walking through a field they first appear like a squadron of fighter planes catching their dinner on the wing. Swooping and diving at a rapid pace. Encircling as the meadow grass kicks up from your steps and the insects rise. Pass after pass is made until the light fades and each finds their way to the long forgotten barn on the farm just down the road. First one, and another until there is just one straggler sharing a brief moment of lasting connection. Then they are gone, leaving you awash with an ethereal feeling of life and that all things are still right in the world. Love a wild place |
"Life is not a race won by the swift, but a journey loved by those who embrace every step."
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April 2024
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